[color=007299]"More vodka. Long day."[/color]
She called out to a waitress passing. The cold didn't exactly bother her. When you grow up in snow, it was more comforting. Her head tilting her eyes closing slightly. Mostly preparing her senses for anything that may happen. Her hand clutching the vodka glass waiting for more. 
[color=007299]" Still talking to the air?" [/color]
She said to him casually. She wouldn't pressure herself to react harshly. Maybe it was just the fact that he was enjoying this reaction. She despised of it.